
Moonlight falls
from high in the sky,
silvering
the latticed pine branches,
softly shining
on every trembling needle
like summer’s
morning dew.
Traffic sounds
recede to a droning hum
in the cold December air.
The world is
wrapped like a present,
waiting to be opened.
Copyright 2022 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This poem was inspired by my very amateurish photo of the moon, taken in the hectic days before Christmas, and by this mentor poem:
Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.
A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.
The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.
— Ode to Enchanted Light by Pablo Neruda
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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i love your picture and your beautiful words to go with it
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Thanks, Beth. A warm and healthy New Year to you.
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And to you, Brenda –
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This beautiful Brenda. Happy New Year!

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Thanks and Happy New Year to you and yours!
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